Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Television,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.